I enter the Saloon to find the whole place empty, besides two girls who stared at me, in disgust and a elderly gentleman passed out leaning on a wooden table. I frown as this is not what I would picture a Saloon to be like, but I was in a different state. I walk across to the small bar - which had one shelve of liquor on. The elderly man behind the bar was washing out a small shot glass, before his eyes travelled up to look at me coming across.

"Howdy," I state joyfully, but the man just stares at me his eyes lingering on my body, which made me slightly uncomfortable. I cleared my throat as I opened my tweed jacket to go into the inner-left pocket to get my psychic paper out. "My name is Violet, I'm from the local news paper doing a story on Elias Finch's death-" I opened the psychic paper and faced the blank white part to the bar tender. His eyes narrowed on the paper, reading what it had shown him.

"You got the news fast," the bar tender states. "He was hung this morning," he went on as I closed the psychic paper and put it back into my inner pocket.

"I like to be on top of stories," I told him offering a small thin smile. "What can you tell me?" I ask the bar tender, leaning a bit on the bar top.

"He shot his wife. What else is there to say," he replied bluntly to me giving me a look, before he went back to cleaning the shot glass. But I didn't buy that, I didn't buy that he killed his wife. Suddenly I hear the doors to the Saloon open, and I turn my gaze to see the men from early coming striding in and look around the Saloon. I shuffled down the bar to make space for them, hoping they wouldn't notice me. I could hear their heavy footsteps come this way.

"Hi," the tall man began as I see him place a bag on the counter top.

"What'll you have?" The bar tender states to the men, wanting to know what drink they will want.

"Oh, uh, ok. Great. I'll have your top-shelf whiskey," spoke the man in a full cowboy outfit, but I couldn't help but giggle to myself and I could see both of the men turn their gazes to meet mine. But I abruptly, cut off my giggling.

"Only have the one shelf," he replied to him in a blank tone.

"That'll do just fine. And he'll have a sarsaparilla," the man spoke for his partner.

"Make that two?" I state to the bar tender, as he nodded his head as the men look back over to me. "The names Violet. I'm from the local newspaper," I grabbed my psychic paper and opened it to show them both. Their eyes glanced at the paper for a moment before taking their gazes back to me both offering a boyish grin. I pocketed the psychic paper once again as the bar tender places three shot glasses down onto the bar counter.

"You Elkins?" The taller man asks the bar tender as the short one continues to look at me with those green/blue eyes of his, they were quite captivating to stare at.

"One and only," he replied opening the bottle of whisky to pour into the first shot glass.

"You know a man named Samuel Colt?" The one that stared at me asks, his gaze now to Elkins.

"He passed through here about four years ago," he began as he puts the cork back into the bottle and puts it back on the shelf.

"He still around?" The taller one asks him.

"Rumour is, he's building a railroad stop twenty-miles out of town, just by the Postal road. Middle of nowhere," Elkins replied to his question as he finishes pouring two shot glasses of sarsaparilla. I see both of them whisper to one another as Elkins places the shots glasses in front of the boys and moved my over to me.

"Howdy, boys," a woman's voice came into play her footsteps coming down the stairs. I turn to see the boys already looking at the woman. She was wearing a dress which was slanted, her hair was curly and looked strawberry blonde. She also has yellow-teeth and an rash or whatever it was in the corner of her mouth.

"Darla's my best girl," Elkins replied to the boys as she walks in a seductive way closer to the man who was staring at me.

"Try me," she states to him her eyes looking him up and down. "You want a kiss?" She asks as he leans backwards as he didn't want to kiss her.

"S-So much more germier than I pictured," he states making me laugh to myself, as she giggles to herself enjoying this moment.

"Darla!" The Judges voice came into play.

"Judge," she states without turning around as she didn't look impressed but then she turns to come face to face with him. "Nice to see you," she went on, but I could tell by her tone of voice she didn't really mean it.

"I thought we had a date," the judge spoke as he gestures upstairs, meaning they were going to have sex. I cringe at the thought of it, and turned back to my drink. But these guys were looking for a man called Samuel Colt, why. It sounded important. I think I should seek this Samuel out, my gut was telling me to go. I didn't even touch my drink as I walked from the bar, feeling the men's eyes on me. Though they thought nothing of it, but their eyes lingered that's for sure....

........................

I had asked around the town about a man called Samuel Colt, but hardly no one knew who he was. So, next best thing was to track him down. I could use the Tardis for that. As I walked back to the Tardis she stood there tall and blue. It was night so the light that came from the bulb from the Tardis top made it even more beautiful. I grabbed the key from my inner-pocket and placed it in the key slot before twisting it and unlocking the doors. I push open the door and removed the key, the sound of the Tardis hummed through my ears as I entered and the door shut behind me.

"Samuel Colt," I spoke aloud as I walked to the monitor in front of the first panel, grabbing it's right handle and pulled it along until I stopped at the multiple coloured keys at a different panel. I let go of the handle and began to type in 'Samuel Colt' before pressing the enter key. Within seconds, an image of an elderly gentleman appeared on the monitor, and articles, newspapers also appeared. Suddenly, a map appeared on the screen pin-pointing his location which was in this time-zone and only was 20 miles out of Sunrise. I could nip and see him, see what those men wanted with him. It was only a quick hop...

I quickly pin-pointed the destination of Samuel current residences, before coming over to the space-time throttle and pulling it down as the Tardis began taking off, the time rotor rings turned as the tunnel of lights ran around the whole console room. The Tardis began to make that wheezing sound as it began to land near Mister Colt's home. Just then, the Tardis quakes to a stop, as I came around the console and to the doors. Opening it up and slipping out...

I was hit with rays of light, making me stop in the Tardis door way as I frowned. Time shouldn't had changed. I place my index finger in my mouth for a moment before pulling it out and holding it in the air, feeling the wind brush against my wet finger.

"Early morning next day," I mumbled to myself as I stepped from the door way, closing the door behind me. I wonder why the Tardis travelled forward in time, I didn't set it to next day, I only wanted a short hop. I'll have to check that later... I was surrounded by trees but in the far distance I see a back of a wooden house more like a cabin really. I started my way to the cabin, hoping to learn what these men wanted with Samuel Colt, but I think they would have got to him by now.

I arrived at the cabin within minutes, I came around the side coming to the front of the house to see that the door was open, but just then I heard some grunts and water splashing. 

"Ok, not a demon! Not a demon! Just -- Just a hunter," the man  who was tall had spoke to Samuel Colt. But I groan softly, as I must be in a world where demons exist and I'm gonna guess all the Supernatural creatures. But hey, nothing surprises me these days. 

"You're what?" Samuel spoke back, meaning that he didn't understand his title. Which meant something was off here...

"You Samuel Colt? My name is Sam Winchester. I'm -- I'm a hunter from the year 2011," Sam spoke, which I now know his name and this didn't surprise me. I quietly pull my sonic from my inner jacket pocket and peer through the door to see Sam's massive back. I pointed but held the middle of the sonic, and pressed, halting the large sonic noise it makes, reducing it. The sonic sound only lasted a few seconds, as I see Sam grab his phone from his pocket and walks forward as Samuel grabs it. I recoil the sonic back and began to read the data over. I frown as there was no traces of artron energy on him, meaning he didn't come here by a vortex manipulator. 

"All right," Samuel began as he finished looking at the phone, and headed over to his desk. He grabs a bottle of whisky and began to pour himself a drink.

"All right? That's -- uh, that's it?" Sam stutters out not believing that he was so comfortable like this.

"Well, when you've done this job as long as I have... a giant from the future with some magic brick doesn't exactly give the vapors," Samuel replied finishing pouring his drink. 

"I need your help killing a Phoenix," Sam states to him, wanting his help in this 'hunt'. 

"A Phoenix? They exist?" Samuel spoke after a moment of taking a sip of his drink. 

"Well, you shoot one in three hours," Sam told him the future which stuck the hairs on my neck and arms to stand. Telling someone in the past, about their future is dangerous. 

"If you say so," Samuel responded, taking another sip of his drink. 

"I don't. You do," Sam states grabbing something from within his inner pocket, and from where I stood was a journal before he places it onto the desk. 

"That's..." He seemed surpised to see this journal meaning it was his with his future writings in. I couldn't let this go on, I just couldn't allow the time-line to be corrupt.

"Don't read for the book, Mister Colt," I spoke while entering the cabin. Sam shot around looking astonished at my entrance as Samuel did the same expression. "I'm not a demon," I quickly held up my hands as I didn't mean them any harm. "Just please don't read from it, once you know what's coming it will be fixed," I had told them both but they both looked at me with a dumbfounded expression as I lowered my hands.

"I'm either too drunk or not drunk enough?" Samuel replied as he sat down in his chair and I came forward and stood next to Sam. "So, what is it I'm about to exactly do?" His eyes were on Sam. 

"Well, the Phoenix is in Sunrise, so, uh, if we leave now, you can -" Sam began as he turns to the door gesturing to get going.

"I appreciate your situation, but I'm not gonna be of any help to you. I'm booked," Samuel had cut off Sam.

"Right, but -- but you say right here --,"

"Don't believe everything you read," Samuel cut Sam off again as Sam had grabbed his version of the Mister Colt's journal as Samuel takes another drink.

"But you're a hunter," Sam counters, holding the book open slightly. 

"Retired," Samuel countered to Sam, but I see that he was shocked.

"There's no such thing,"

"I'm out,"

"There is no getting out. Look, for what it's worth, in my time, you're a hero," Sam and Samuel was countering each other back and forth, and Sam was going to give the future away if he isn't careful.

"Be careful on what you say," I leaned in and whispered to Sam as he just nodded to me.

"Me?" Samuel couldn't believe that he was classed to be a hero in the future.

"Yes, sir," Sam replied but Samuel just laughs at the thought. "Now, look, we -- we need to kill this Phoenix. Its ashes are the only thing that can kill the monster I'm hunting. So stow your crap for a few hours, and let's go. We got to go now. So, either you're coming with me, or I need the gun," Sam had explained his situation to Samuel. 

"What gun?" Samuel plays dumb, you could just tell that he was lying about the gun. 

"The gun," Sam counters to him.

"Oh, that gun. I lost it in a game of Stud," Samuel replied, which was a complete lie.

"You are lying," I told Samuel as his gaze snapped to meet mine. 

"Am I?" He laughs at me and the thought. "Now, that doesn't sound like me," 

"You shot a couple of demons with it less than an hour ago," Sam had offered his explanation. 

"How do you figure," Samuel counted, wanting Sam to reply. Sam took a deep breath and turned his body towards the door and pointed.

"Two pairs of boot-prints. Cabin reeks of sulfur," Sam had offered his explanation as Samuel pulled an impressive look while nodding.

"Not bad," Samuel opens his jacket and we could see the gun in his holster. "You don't want it. It's a curse. Believe me,"

"Great. Then let me take it off your hands," Sam offers to take the gun, it must be special and must kill this monster.

"You go put on a few more miles and come back, and we'll talk," Samuel counted Sam, wanting him to gain more experience.

"Trust me, I've got plenty of mileage," Sam's tone seemed to deepen.

"I'm doing you a favour. Believe me," Samuel takes a drink of his whiskey. 

"So, what? You can really just sit there?" Sam was being brave and spoke his mind. Both of them took one long glance neither breaking their connection. 

"I've given my whole life to this. I'm done,"

"So it doesn't matter what happens," Sam seemed to raise his voice. 

"No, it doesn't," 

"So everything you did, it all means nothing? Give me the gun," Sam was being forceful with this, as he really wanted that gun and I was kind of impressed by his stance on this...